Quick update after our first few days on the road. We’ve arrived in the tiny tiny sleepy sleepy town of Hope. I’ve managed to track down a yoga class for this evening; seems a good way of stretching out tired limbs, and help ease into the long days ahead. Tomorrow should be mainly singletrack as we follow Resurrection Trail.
The Kenai Peninsula is stunning, think epic Scotland times a ten – vast glaciers looming high, replete with deep crevasses and cascading waterfalls. The scale is big, and that includes the RVs, goliaths of the road, who tear past. Not much in terms of services, though we pitstopped along the way to buy some local elk jerky.
Lots to report, including a day of kayaking out of bizarre, time warped Whittier, once a clandestine military port chosen for its cloud-wrapped, inhospitable setting. There, the rusting carcasses of boats and trucks are strewn all over the place, but the clam chowder is particularly tasty. Most of its 182 inhabitants live in the looming, 18 story Begich Towers, now a civilian building.
Blog post to follow on our return to Anchorage – this is written on the clever iTouch, that shall henceforth be known as the iMonkey. It’s charging as I type thanks to the Sunlinq solar panel, which makes it even cleverer. It’s a peaceful spot here; watching the salmon fishermen cast out their lines in the river, a backdrop of steep, rugged mountain peaks rising proud on the other side of the coastal inlet.
Camping tonight. We’ve now hoisted up our food bags into the trees so hungry furry creatures can’t munch our food. A lot of bears in this area as the salmon are running upriver at the moment, so we’ve been told to take care. The camping spot feels secret and idyllic; beside the river in a clearing, down an overgrown trail that wends into the woods…